I was shy, afraid of what others would think,
afraid to show who I was,
ashamed to let go of myself,
afraid to release myself in her arms.
I walk into this room, with a rose in my hand,
dressed in a pressed suit,
to fulfill a dream she had,
to relive the moment,
to remember,
to feel the spirit that overwhelms me,
this was to be our first dance.
But, I stand alone in this room,
looking down at the well worn shoes,
tears in my eyes,
remembering how we were,
living in the past,
struggling to live in the present.
I ‘am alone,
she has left me,
stranded, confused, and rejected,
with no hand to hold or grasp,
fearful of the solitude, fearful of the silence.
CDF 2006
